CHUMROLL 2: (Traditional Rude Joke Regarding Trollslum)

[wackoVampire]

Cara Lenippe
17 Years Old
Female
Theif of Time
Land of Little Clocks and Time
Deck Modus
Knifekind Specibus
Cat Guardian (Name of Guardian: Ein)
Interest in Music and Cats
Abandonded School is home
musicalKitten (MK)
"Why type like this?? It's pawsome!!!"

[Krug]

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Jack Coniff

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>Be the...woooooaaahhh


Your name is JACK CONIFF, but please dude, you prefer to be called by your own personal given name WOLFDANCE SKYSTAR. Not like that stops everyone from just calling you JACK though. You are sixteen years old, and you are the quintessential HIPPIE, or at least you try to be. Most of the time though you end up just being the quintessential STONER. Though there's a blurry line between the two anyway. You attempt to embody the ideal of PACIFISM to all things, and usually because of your calm and collected nature your attempts work. You never become incredibly PISSED OFF, or extremely DEPRESSED. These emotions are foreign to you, sort of like the sensation of being able to FEEL YOUR FEET. It's hard to tell though if the lack of ANGER OR SADNESS is really in your nature, or just due to your SMOKING.

However, if there is any emotion you know, then it's EUPHORIA. If you aren't happy with something, then you're almost always chill with it. Nothing pretty much is able to ruin your day, I mean, you just got to take everything and let it pass right? Well, there is one thing out there that really gets your goat, and that is when somebody starts pushing around your closest friends. It's probably the one thing that would slightly anger you. Because of this attitude on life, nobody at SCHOOL torments you, and most of your PEERS even regard you as pretty cool. In fact everyone wants to chill at your house all the time, despite it being a SHACK in the middle of nowhere. You wonder why they all want to come to your place, it's probably due to your CHILL AURA, and totally not for the WEED.

Speaking of WEED, smoking cannabis is pretty much your favorite pastime ever. There is nothing that you enjoy more in this world than just VEGGING OUT in your room, sitting on your bed, and getting STONED. Especially when you get to listen to MUSIC or watch a MOVIE while you do it. Sometimes you'll play some VIDEO GAMES, but not often. Oh yeah, and your MOTHER knows about it too, and she's totally chill with it. In fact, she's sort of the one who made you into a hippy. If it wasn't for her you would be some SQUARE teenage kid who follows the word of THE MAN. Yeah, THE MAN and his rules and laws. You bet that's why your square DAD left your MOTHER, not for "gross negligence" or whatever it was. Not that you aren't chill with SQUARES though, or YOUR DAD.

Even if you've never met him...

But enough on that. Yeah, you have the chillest MOM ever. If you have to really fight, you use BONGKIND as your weapon. It was an accident you swear. Your fetch modus is ROLL. Essentially your items are rolled up into little...rolls. When you need something you have to unroll the right...roll. Yeah. It's pretty confusing when you're STONED. For some reason you feel that if you played a certain game, that you would be the MAGE OF CHANGE, and a DERSE DREAMER. Whatever the hell that means. Oh what's that? A chumhandle? Yeah you use tokenSerendipity and ~and y8u make t fpew misateks fr8m your highness~

Matt Braken

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>Be the Elite Pro
YES. FUCKING GIVE ME RESPECT.


Awesome sprite by segmentedExplorer!
Your name is MATT BRAKEN and you probably haven't seen the sun in about a week or so. You of course have reasons for this, mainly being that you are an ALL PRO MAJOR LEAGUE GAMER, and sometimes Vitamin D must be sacrificed for the sake of a good KILL/DEATH ratio. Some would say that you are OBSESSED with VIDEO GAMES. But that's not true, you just strive for PERFECTION, and to be a LEGENDARY GAMER, along with all the GLORY that comes with that. Yes, MLG is a REAL SPORT. Don't try to deny that it's not, it takes large amounts of SKILL and you get MONEY for it. Also it's a GAME. If that's not a SPORT then you don't know what is. While your specialty and preference revovles around FIRST PERSON SHOOTERS, you enjoy playing ANY VIDEO GAME, so long as it has a lot of fast paced action, or blood and gore, or both. And it's on the XBOX 360 of course. But really FIRST PERSON SHOOTERS are the best. After all, they teach you things like HOW TO USE A GUN, HOW TO DEAL WITH KILLING PEOPLE, AND YELLING PROFANITY. Because Video Games will always equate to real life, right?

Right?

Anyway, you strive for perfection, but always in the QUICKEST WAY POSSIBLE. You've always been about SPEED. You were once one of the best TRACK RUNNERS in your STATE, but then you found a NEW SPORT. A BETTER SPORT. Your FRIENDS for some reason think that this has had a negative impact on you. But that's obviously a lie. Nowadays you stay up all night for days trying to beat VIDEO GAMES as fast as you possibly can, you train to have the UTMOST SPEED in MLG reflexes, and you of course drink all the CAFFEINE that your body can handlen. You're sort of ADDICTED to it at this point. You literally cannot focus on ANYTHING without your MONSTERS and AMPS. But it doesn't matter because IT TASTES SO GOOD.

In your constant dealing with SMALL CHILDREN and IDIOTIC PUBS on XBOX LIVE, the decent demeanor that you once had has turned into that of a RAGING ORNERY BASTARD. But your family have learned to deal with it. Speaking of which, you live in the ATTIC of your GRANDPA'S house. Up there you have your own little setup, a BATHROOM, a REFIGERATOR, a SINK, a BED, and of course THE GAMING RIG. You rarely go downstairs but to resupply on groceries or some other ODDBALL REASON. Mostly because your GRANDPA is an ANGRY IRISHMAN who scares the shit out of you. You really don't want to deal with him.
Like any good PRO GAMER your strife specibus is set to CONTROLLERKIND. Which not only includes the trusty XBOX CONTROLLER, but any device used to play VIDEO GAMES. Your fetch modus is set to SODA. Any item you take is stored as a full can of soda, which tastes like the item. If you want your goods, you need to DRINK UP. It's pretty DISGUSTING sometimes.

If you were to play, and you will play, an upcoming world building game you would be the ROGUE OF BREATH in the land of SAND AND SKYSCRAPERS.
Your chumhandle is unfocusedAssassin and you TYPE AS IF YOU'RE SIMPLY RAGING ALL THE TIME. unless you actually get emotional.

Alec Browing

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>Be the real AMERICAN hero.

Your name is ALEC BROWING, you’re 15 YEARS OLD and you are a MILITARY MAN. Okay fine, that’s a lie, you’re the son of a MILITARY MAN. God damn it. That’s a lie as well, you may as well admit that you’re just the GREAT GRANDSON of a MILITARY MAN. Still, that’s no reason why you can’t be one as well! After all you believe, and always have believed, that the only REAL AMERICANS are men and women who FIGHT for their country. The other upstanding citizens are Americans, but not REAL ones, just AVERAGE ones. And then those LIBERAL SCUM-BALLS aren’t really Americans at all, but COMMUNIST TRAITORS. But you’re getting ahead of yourself here. The point is, you’re practically a SOLDIER made to order. You love to fight and brawl, but you have discipline at the same time. While you may not be the sharpest tool in the shed per say, you have BRAVERY. In fact, your BRAVERY can sometimes cross the line into STUPIDITY, because you will never back down from anything. EVER. Especially a fight.

You’re pretty adamant about your COUNTRY as one could probably guess. You don’t think, but KNOW, that America is the greatest country on THE FACE OF THE EARTH. Sure BRITAIN is pretty cool, but they’re no AMERICA. And you don’t even need to get started on the REST OF THE WORLD. It’s all COMMUNISTS, DICTATORS, NAZIS, and OTHER WEIRD THINGS. Luckily you don’t have to have a part in any of those WEIRD THINGS, because your country is the only NORMAL one and it SAVED THE WORLD...TWICE. Take that motherfuckers.

Like any good AMERICAN boy, your interests revolve mainly around COMBAT. You are an avid player of both AIRSOFT and PAINTBALL. If you’re doing neither of those things, you’re probably HUNTING. If for some reason you’re not out doing any of that, then you can be found shooting at TARGETS you set up in your backyard. At NIGHT you go back inside your home though and watch a MOVIE, play some CALL OF DUTY, or maybe talk to some friends over PESTERCHUM. Though some people on there are DIRTY HIPPIES.

Which brings you to your next point, LIBERALS and HIPPIES and PACIFISTS. Or at you call them all: TRAITORS. You absolutely HATE TRAITORS. They’re the real ones bringing this country down by saying that we shouldn’t be FIGHTING things. If we weren’t fighting things then what would we do? Sit around and have PEACE? Sounds pretty damn BORING to you, and you won’t let them WIN under any circumstances. You can’t have your PRECIOUS AMERICA be turned into a country of PUSSIES, after all, FRANCE is bad enough.

Unfortunately, your DAD is one of these LIBERAL SISSIES. He was a hippie, pot-smoking, un-american, communist, anarchist TRAITOR back in the 60s; and remains so TO THIS DAY. You pretty much DISTAIN everything about him, and are pretty EMBARRASSED that he’s your FATHER. As such you never really TALK to him, and AVOID the old man as much as possible. You consider your REAL FATHER FIGURES to be your various REPUBLICAN Liberal-Smashing idols. You know, the usual: RONALD REAGAN, JOHN WAYNE, JOSEPH MCCARTHY. You have posters of them all over your room.

Your strife specibus is of course, RIFLEKIND. What else would it be? Seriously. Your fetch modus is SHELL, which puts whatever item you store into BULLET form. To get the item back, you must SHOOT it. If you were to play a certain not first person shooter game, you would be the KNIGHT OF VOID in the LAND OF SMOKE AND TRENCHES.

Your chumhandle is unfazedSpecialist and you type like any normal AMERICAN teenager.

[Cliff_Racer]

>CR: exposé on the matriarchal aliens



With pleasure.

The Thu Arem are a race of long-legged, no armed humanoids that live on the planet of Yurantas, the fourth and farthest planet in a binary sun solar system.

Biology

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Thu Arem have heavy distinctions between the male and female genders.

Females are much taller, about a foot or two on average, have longer tounges and their eyes have more curve. Males are the opposite. They're shorter, their tounges are shorter, and they have angular eyes.

Their tounges, which can reach down to the feet at their full length, are forked and fully prehensile. The taste buds in the tounge can be triggered on and off at will, making it not an arduous strain of willpower to use them for construction or cleaning. They are suprisingly muscular, and can rival the human arm in strength.

Their teeth are mostly unremarkable. They have a divet in the bottom row, a place for the tounge to comfortably lay.

The eyes of a Thu Arem have black sclera, iris and pupils, though it is still possible to distinguish where one is looking.

Thu Arem have red skin, no matter the heritage or location on the planet. This color helps ward off the heat from the dual suns.

Thu Arem have blue blood.

They reproduce mostly the same as a hypothetical "human," though the woman is the head of household and the dominant parental figure.

Thu Arem posess feet with two toes and protruding, pointed heels, both adorned with tough claws made for kicks that can puncture hides.

Most Thu Arem live to be 160 Solar Sweeps, which equates to about 75 human years.
For sake of reference, this is the height of a mid-teen Thu Arem male (and also a blank sprite! (when spriting a lady, make sure you make the legs longer!!!))

Culture, Fashion

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Thu Arem were brought through the ages on their planet as a Matriarchy. They idolise the woman and the mother. Families are run by the oldest women in descending order. Men who are bestowed honors in combat, religion or by noblewomen are accepted as advisors.

Social classes are decided by, in importance:
Female / Male
Royal / Commoner
Rich / Poor

So, for example, if you were a woman belonging to a rich royal family, you are considered of extremely high class. Men belonging to similar families are not held to as high a regard, but still hold some weight. Poor royal families rank above rich commoner families.

Thu Arem who are of age for romance choose from two foot accessories.
Wrapping your feet means that you are not seeking or are already in a relationship. Wearing shoes means that you are seeking a relationship. Sandals and wrappings can also be used to symbolise that one is in a relationship.

The hair of a Thu Arem grows much like a 'human' would have theirs grow, but it is considered fashionable to wear it in a mohawk. Many Thu Arem wear their hear down, and let it grow. Hair holds no real importance in life beyond this. Thu Arem tops are made to have only head and body holes or are tied on like aprons, while they may wear pants, kilts, skirts and etcetera on bottom.

Thu Arem all live in stone buildings and use primarily stone tools for religious reasons. Metals are hard to forge and hard to come by.

Thu Arem use smooth, specially carved and engraved stones for money, in units of 1, 50, 100 and 500.

Thu Arem use technology that they have salvaged from ruins, giving them computers with screens of special glasses and run by processors of a mysterious and vague energy.

Religion

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Thu Arem highly regard their planet Yurantas as being their god's head and eyes, the planet's two moons being her hands, and the dual suns being the hearts of the planet. Digging too far in to the planet is said to enrage it, causing mighty tremors and destroying the defilers. There are many recorded happenings like this, but the planet has also been generous to royal or deserving families.

They respect their god by caring deeply for the environment, making sure the forests that exist can thrive. They build using stone because of this, which is a sturdy and easy to maintain alternative to wood.

Planet

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Yurantas is a planet composed of deserts and ocean, with the forests and taigas located very close to the poles. Grassland belts seperate desert and forest, while marshes and deltas sprout from rivers. It is about 1.5x as large as Earth.

The two largest mountains on Yurantas are the Northern Spire and Ocrinus, The Mountain Rising From The Depths. The Northern Spire is located precisely on the north pole of the planet, while Ocrinus rises from the center of the deeper parts of the planet's singular ocean.

The climate in Yurantas' deserts are... well, deserty. There are many rock outcroppings that serve as reliable landmarks, and caves are often seen in the high rock spires.

The forests have a comfortable temperate climate, and the farther north or south one travels, the colder it gets for them, though in some cases the coldest places are desert nights.

Flora and Fauna

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The animals of Yurantas are mainly larger and reptilian, with many herbivores and carnivores, though there are giant insects that lurk the spires of the deserts. There are many species of domesticated animals, ranging from majestic purple bovine to humble gray canines.

Most of the plants one sees in the desert are cacti that behave as venus fly traps and small shrubs that are rich with water. The forests are filled with vegetation of many dispositions, from hostile- and quick- Reaver Raffelesias to the peaceful and medicinal Haven Bulb. There are also many kinds of fruits and vegetables which are a large part of the Thu Arem's diet.

Thu Arem Nomenclature, typing habits.

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A Thu Arem chooses their name when they become of a speaking age. They must put the last two letters of their mother's name at the beginning of their name, no matter the gender. Adopted children take on the letters of their adoptive mother. If it is adopted to a male couple, it is given the letters of the mother of the 'maternal' man.

For example,
A woman's name is Tharintyse. Her child chooses to name herself Selinasis, and HER child is Ismithina, and so on...

Thu Arem normally type casually, though some are raised to type how they pronounce words.

Current leader, capital city

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The current leader of the Thu Arem race is High Priestess Matriarch Uilana, a well-liked and benevolent leader. She rules from the capital city of Spiretop, which sits atop a flat mountain.

Whew! Now, that was fun to type. Now, who's that girlie in the example picture?




THIS is a miss Ilanatsi.

Her home is in the city of Spiretop, in one of the lower tiers and the shadier part of that tier. Her family is of common blood, and have an average amount of wealth.

As a person, she is friendly and playful, though tends to hold a certain condescention towards the very low classed citizens. She is very curious, and takes a very deep pleasure towards knowledge. She is rather short for her age, but her classmates say that fits her personality well. As her feet point out, she is not in a relationship nor is she seeking one, and that is completely fine with her. She assumes that one will simply happen to her, and she is fine with that.

Her intrests include reading, socialising (and hopefully not annoying nobility,) catching insects and jogging. There is not much to say beyond that, she is a very average girl!

On nagAquaintance she is inquisitiveSocialite and she types aloot like she tolks, which is with an enteresting accent!

~other info~

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Age: 16 human years.
sGods title: Smith of Space
sGods land: Land of Hives and Frogs
Strife Specibus: Bolaskind
Fetch Modus: Clue. She's looking for who lost the cage in the hallway with the table...

[Phantom Gamer]

Oh, would scientificBlues mind replacing juvenileNarcissist with juvenileNecromancer? They're the same character.

[Mister Man]

Doug: Exposit.

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Your name is DOUG BOCHNER, and you are 15 years old. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You like all kinds of VIDEO GAMES, and play them frequently with all your friends. You also like to animate, but you really AREN'T ANY GOOD AT DRAWING. Most of all, you enjoy all things related to MS PAINT ADVENTURES, created by the LEGENDARY WEBCOMIC DESIGNER ANDREW HUSSIE. You've even got your own FANVENTURE, but you seriously doubt it could ever reach the levels of anything like DNI or BtSDLb.

Your chumhandle is typicallyUnusual, and you talk like a normal human being with no quirks of any kind because quirks are stupid.

When you begin to play Sburb (and believe me, you will), you will take up the title of the Heir of Breath in the Land of Fog and ????????.

I got lazy, here's the rest.

Fetch Modus: Array
Strife Specibus: Shovelkind
Symbol: The MSPA logo.
Prospit/Derse: Prospit

Considering I'm going to use him in my next fanventure, it's kind of odd I'm giving so much about him away.

Oh well.

[Icosahedron]

> Be the shameful breaker of the self-insert trend

Okay, if you insist.

Your name is Shitlord McGee RYAN HAYES, and you are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. You enjoy BOOKS, particularly books about THINGS THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. You are particularly fascinated by books about THE SECOND WORLD WAR. As such, your room is covered with PROPAGANDA posters, especially BRITISH propaganda. Your other interests include DAPPER CLOTHING, which in your case, includes HAND-ME-DOWNS FROM YOUR GRANDFATHER. You also enjoy PAINTING, which is why you keep LARGE STACKS OF NEWSPAPERS where they might be easily accessible. YOUR AUNT enjoys your painting, though she does not enjoy paying for your SEVERAL WASTED NEWSPAPER SUBSCRIPTIONS. You have a secret love of HORRIBLE ROMANCE NOVELS, which you hide by STUFFING IN YOUR POCKETS. You also ENJOY A FINE CIGAR, like your IDOL, WINSTON CHURCHILL.
You HATE, with all caps to show you mean it, WHEN PEOPLE MISSPELL THINGS, especially WHEN THEY DO IT INTENTIONALLY. It fills you with SO MUCH ANGER.
Your POCKET MODUS has nearly unlimited, but severely disorganized, space.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is stuck on UMBRELLAKIND, due to a mistake while organizing your sylladex. You've grown quite adept with it, however.
You don't know it, but you will soon become the Heir of Rage.
Your chumHandle is dapperArtist, and you tend to type with perfect syntax, albeit in a pedantic, overly formal sort of way.

(I am shit at art, so I went without a picture. Now I feel stupid.)

[Belonoid Anoesis]

(Bluh bluh more modifications)

> Be the one with lowest case of autism possible.

--}===> Wait, what?



OTHER APPEARANCE FORMS IN THE BELOW SPOILER:

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(Within the Medium)


(Prospit)


(A genetic-splicer ectobiologist moron in Caine's gaming session caused her to have pixie wings.)


(Grimdark, but with purple eyes and dark red wings.)
(--}===> Y^oU'V3 GoT To B3 *FUCK1NG* K1DD1NG M3.)


(God-Tier, keeps her wings.)

Your name is CAINE GRENIER and you are in your 20s, possibly around 22.

Oh, right. Wasn't it mentioned that you are having a mild case of autism? Yes that. Because of this, you are slightly impaired by social and communication aspect. Your actions too are sometimes restricted and repetitive and maybe some other shit that get you in trouble for most of the time. You even rarely go out unless it's school or anything outside that you consider important. But it's just a mild case anyway, so you still talk and do things like any normal humans do. Too bad you have problems with a few stuff anyway.

Your parents already died; Your mother met her demise by illness since childhood while your father passed away of old age. Your only close friend among friends is a certain grey-text human. You are a FREELANCE AUTHOR, so you live in a house located at your NEIGHBORHOOD which you pay some rent every month with a few of your job's outcome. Life isn't too easy, but isn't too hard for you either. Being a freelance means you can write anything; Articles, novels etc, but sometimes you could end up being under WRITER'S BLOCK. Oh boy, that will be so annoying.

You are mainly interested in LITERATURE, followed by COMPUTERS, GAMING and even MYTHS. Movies? Not many of them are in your preference, but of course you watch them. Wait, you like SWORDS too. You have a SMALL collection of replicas with you.

You very much consider SBURB as an ABOMINATION GAME and will NEVER ever touch it, but if you ever have to, it's a JOURNEY OF YOUR LIFETIME and there's nothing to stop this, you'll just hate SBURB with a burning passion instead. Should you play SBURB, you will be entitled as the HEIR OF LIGHT in the LAND OF LIGHT AND FORESTS. Your CONSORTS consist of WHITE CATS that love ADVENTURE and your DENIZEN is the JAPANESE GODDESS OF THE SUN, AMATERASU. Your PROTOTYPE will always be PIXIESPRITE.

You wield bladeKind as your STRIFE SPECIBUS and at a certain later point, bowKind, but you still prefer your first specibus over your second. Your FETCH MODUS is INVENTORY and you like the fact that it is SIMPLE and requires nothing but to PLACE OR RETRIEVE YOUR ITEMS.

Your chumhandle is arcaneKnight and --}===> You always carry a sword with you.

BRIEF DATA:

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Name: Caine Grenier
Age: 22
Guardian: None, had a (surrogate) father, but he died. She now lives by herself.
Likes: Literature, computers, gaming, movies, swords
Dislikes: SBURB
Title: Heir of Light
Land: Land of Light and Forests
Consorts: White cats
Denizen: Amaterasu
Strife Specibus: bladeKind, later bowKind, but still prefers the primary specibus.
Fetch Modus: Inventory (Enables Caine to place or take away items from this modus.)
Dream moon: Prospit
Chumhandle: arcaneKnight [Color code: #00C957]
Typing quirk: --}===> Always carries a sword with her. Types normally.

[leJoyeaux]

It's pretty detailed, I think.
[EDIT] Link to larger image added

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Your name is ALEX DAYTON
You are a BOOKWORM, though you hate that word with a burning passion. Bookworms eat BOOKS, which are your favorite group of things in the world beside PROGRAMMING and THE INTERNET. You're not really fond of real life, preferring the GRANDIOSE WORLDS found in books. Your IMAGINATION level is nigh PICKLE INSPECTOR high, which is VERY, VERY HIGH indeed. One of the only things in the material world you are fond of are your COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF LEGOS AND OTHER SUCH BUILDING MATERIALS. Your INTERESTS usually surround the PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED THINGS and also VIDEO GAMES. You are fond of things like games and websites, fascinated by their CODING. You usually are very SLEEPY, leading to a disinterested look constantly surrounding you. This is because you often stay up until MIDNIGHT reading BOOKS. You also get FRUSTRATED since you can't find ways to USE YOUR CREATIVITY since you aren't very adept in much except for building, coding and writing. Oh GOD DO YOU LOVE WRITING. It's like books, only more fun. Your love of books stems from your GUARDIAN, your ADOPTED FATHER, a LIBRARIAN of the public library in your town. You refer to him as ELI, as you are friends as well as FATHER AND SON. For your 14th BIRTHDAY, he has given you a KEYTAR, since you can play the PIANO and the GUITAR. You think very highly of your GUARDIAN, as he has treated you well. He bought you a PARAKEET, though the bird has PASSED ON. You try not to get into arguments, and are usually forced to become a NEUTRAL PARTY and INTERCEDE IN VERBAL BATTLES. You are like SWITZERLAND as you try to remain as NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE, YET LEANING TO THE POSITIVE. This has gotten you into trouble since you WASTE TIME WITH DECISIONS instead of ACTING. You are however, quite PASSIONATE about things revolving around your INTERESTS, and do not like people talking down about them. Not that this happens often, since you have had LITTLE SOCIAL INTERACTION, being HOMESCHOOLED. You also are fond of THINGS LIKE CARTOONS because they are AWESOME, for lack of better and more fitting words. No cartoons are not for small children. Shut up.

Your modus is the DESCRIPTION MODUS. It is unable to be WEAPONIZED due to it's calm nature involving describing the CAPTCHALOGGED item you wish to acquire. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is arm-weaponkind, which seems odd as you only have A PAIR OF GLOVES which somehow count as a weapon.
Unbeknownst to you, your land is the LAND OF BOOKS AND BINARY, and you will realize yourself as the ROGUE OF WORD. Your consorts are GLASS WORMS and your denizen is MIMIR, GUARDIAN OF THE WELL, who will only give you information if you follow instructions within the TOME which it is your QUEST to LOCATE. Your GRIST TYPE is PAPER and PAPER RELATED GOODS.

You are a DERSITE DREAMER, but have angered the NOBLE CIRCLE OF HORRORTERRORS by not sleeping very much, and hardly appearing on DERSE. This is due to your aforementioned HABIT OF NOT SLEEPING due to READING.

Your CHUMHANDLE is alchemistHawk and {( Y0u speak 1n an 1ntellectual manner, using zer0s and 0nes l1ke 1n b1nary c0de. Y0u als0 end and beg1n y0ur c0nversat10ns w1th brackets t0 restra1n y0ur excellently l1ngu1st1c style. )}

TL;DR

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Name: Alex Dayton
Location: a town in western Massachusetts.
Instrument: A Keytar
Handle: alchemistHawk
Male / Human / American / 14
Title: Rogue of Word
Land: Land of Books and Binary
Planet: Derse Dreamer
Text Colour: 241 107 78, A soft orange color. F16B4E
AH: {( Alr1ght, alr1ght. Can y0u just stop b0ther1ng me? 1 have s0me th1ngs t0 wr1te; s0me auth0r stuff t0 d0.})

Other:
Birthday: Febuary 14th 1995
Consorts: Glass Snake
Strife Specibus: arm-weaponkind
Starting Weapon: Gloves
Fetch Modus: Description
Guardian: Eliezer, Eli , his adopted father. A local librarian
Denizen: Mimir. Mimir is also a search browser. It's like google chrome.
Sprite: Biokeetsprite 1. Long dead parakeet 2. Illustrious bionicle creation
Variety of Grist: Paper
Planet's Quest: Finding the Tome (a large book with instructions on getting a favor from Mimir)
Cruxite Artifact: Cruxite Time Turner

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Larger, fuller Image. With alchemizations, outfits and items!
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Since this, I made this image:

[scientificBlues]

Oh, would scientificBlues mind replacing juvenileNarcissist with juvenileNecromancer? They're the same character.

You got it!

(I am shit at art, so I went without a picture. Now I feel stupid.)

Hey, don't!! That is perfectly okay; not all of us are good at this stuff. I am pretty bad at it myself! If anybody gives you crap for not doing a sprite or whatever, I have a list of suggested places to kick them, but encourage freestyling for extra catharsis.

[Andeh]

Pre-entry:

Medium:

Age: 18
Chumhandles: eldritchSeraphim
Title: Mage of Heart
Symbol:
Strife Specibus:KEYKIND
Typing Style: Uses a lot of emotes and types in a VIOLET shade. Occasionally corrects self using *. Uses mainly perfect grammar and spelling. Uses abbreviations such as Lol, lmao, brb ect.



Your name is ANDEH. You were born on the 1st of July. For a few months now, you've been EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD.

Some people think you are a BIT WEIRD as you dress EFFEMINATELY. You generally just dont give a fuck about them people though as you happen to like how you look.

You have a large variety of interests. Some may strike many as obvious, such as your love of FASHION and ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLES, but you balance things out with a healthy dose of VIDEO GAMES and GETTING HIGH.

Most of all however you love ART. You see everything around you, everything you experience and everything you create as art, and find the small metaphorical details in all around you. It can be very annoying. You unfortunatly are mind-numbingly AVERAGE at almost every form of art there is. However you practice your SINGING every day, and you've managed to become rather good.

Personality wise you can be quite SHY and COURTEOUS. You try not to step on anyones toes and this at times gets in the way of normal conversation and makes you seem rather AWKWARD. You enjoy talking about deep topics including PSYCHOLOGY and CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which can sometimes make you come off as rather PRETENTIOUS. You have a low TEMPER but certain topics such as SEXISM, HOMOPHOBIA and ANIMAL ABUSE are known to fire you up.

[calamitousChemist]

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Your name is KARL KETCHER and you are currently FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. You fancy yourself as a bit of an AMATEUR SCIENTIST, with emphasis on the word amateur. In fact, your PARENTS have banned from even touching so much as a chemistry set due to constant incidents involving your CARELESSNESS.

You have a very CURIOUS personality and tend to MESS AROUND with things you probably shouldn't do, even, no, especially if you have no idea what the thing is. You tend to try to recreate stuff from SCIENCE PROGRAMS on the TV, which is why you are no longer allowed near any MICROWAVES.

You have watched every JAMES BOND and DIE HARD movie there is, as you find EXPLOSIONS fascinating. They are very SCIENTIFIC, and you love SCIENTIFIC THINGS, whatever that means.

You enjoy playing VIDEO GAMES, because they let you play around with things without REPERCUSSIONS. You can't wait to play SBURB, where you are definitely planning to do just that.

Your chumhandle is [COLOR="rgb(139, 0, 0)"]calamitousChemist[/COLOR] and you type In a kind of a rushed manner that without punctuation or capitialisation except at the start

Name: KARL KETCHER
Handle: [COLOR="rgb(139, 0, 0)"]calamitousChemist[/COLOR]
Male / Human / British / 15
Birthday: 4th March
Title: Thief of Form
Land: Land of Sea and Dust
Prospit Dreamer
Consorts: Seagulls
Strife specibus: Lampkind
Fetch Modus: Chemistry Modus

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The chemistry modus splits a captchalogued item into three (default) different coloured chemicals, basically becoming a combination for that item. In order to retrieve the item, the chemicals must be mixed back together in that combination to form the item again. If a combination of chemicals that is mixed together does not correspond to a captchalogued item, there is a small explosion and all the items in the sylladex are expelled. The number of different chemicals that make up a single item can be changed, the higher the number, the more items that can be captchalogued, but the harder it is to retrieve them.

Guardian: Parents
Denizen: Proteus
Planet's Quest: To restore the sunken land to the planet.

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Meh, I'm not great at this kind of stuff.

[Ocfos]

>Be the apparent de-aged self-insert.



Your name is Mike Persson and you're a 16-year old autistic lad from the small "Kingdom" of Denmark.
In your spare time, which is quite a lot, you tend to sit glued to your computer where you either play games, or talk with your friends on Pesterchum.
When you aren't doing either of that, you're usually being bossed around by your MOTHERLY FIGURE which you find quite annoying, but there's not really much to do about it. Sometimes you're asked to find the cat because it keeps going missing around the house. You've often wondered how the cat can keep going missing like that, but you assume it's just a thing cats in general do.
Nonetheless, you also draw stuff once in a while. Though it's not as good as what other people you know draws, you're still hoping to get there eventually.
Personality-wise you're usually quite nice to people you talk with, unless they're acting like an ass themselves. That said, you're also quite patient with people, despite not really tolerating douchebags as said just before. You also tend to joke around quite often, making some people not take you seriously when you're attempting to say something of importance. Though, trying hard enough usually solves that.
When you aren't doing any of the above, you're pretty much asleep, or banging your head against the wall (Though the latter sounds stupid.)
You've also got bottles lying all over your room due to what you believe is an addiction to CAFFEINE-CONTAINING SODA, but it might just be because it tastes good.

For defending yourself, you've grown fond of your old trusty desk fan which conveniently broke on the head of a burglar, but nonetheless it does it's job and packs quite a punch. This also puts your strife specibus as "fanKind", but currently you haven't seen any other uses than a broken deskfan.
As for your Fetch Modus, you're using Pad Hack Modus which you got with one of your games "Mass Effect 2" because you ordered the special edition. It consists of a tablet-like panel on the backside of the capthalogue card which scrolls from the bottom and up. The trick about the modus is finding the matching pieces of code from the number the card itself has. (Example; The card has 12345678 on the back, and 12 different pieces of code will be scrolling in a 3x4 window.) There's a timer on it from when you begin, and if you pick the wrong one, the card will lock for a few minutes, denying you access to retrying untill it's done. If denied, a timer in red numbers shows over the panel, showing the remaining wait. Sure it's annoying, but you've grown quite used to it over the past year or two you've had it.

Your chumHandle is restlessGamer and you Write in a perfectly normal manner, despite the sometimes incorrect punctuation. You also like making your smileys with your native letters. øuø

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Name: Mike Persson
Age: 16
Location: Denmark
Guardian: -REDACTED-
Fetch Modus: Pad Hack
Strife Specibus: fanKind
Chumhandle: restlessGamer

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Role: Knight of -REDACTED-
Land: Land of -REDACTED- and -REDACTED-
Consorts: Ore Golems
Critters: Chinchillas
Moon: -REDACTED-
Grist Theme: Blue (Cobalt, Sapphire, etc.)
Prototype 1: -REDACTED-
Prototype 2: -REDACTED-
Entry Item: -REDACTED-

(*Items marked with -REDACTED- is due to Session-Adventure secrets.)

[curiousTerminal]

> Be th-

Oh, you'd LIKE to be her. But you can't. She's too mysterious.
Also way too paranoid to let anyone even begin to control her.
>So uhh, what's her name?
Yeah, wouldn't YOU like to know. She's legally and illegally changed her name at least 10 times each, and had her birth certificate shredded. Only she remembers her name, and she's not telling you a goddamn thing.

In case you can't tell, the GOVERNMENT is pure evil. It's out to control every aspect of your life and holds the key to technology far beyond the rest of the world, used for spying on innocent citizens.
Hiding aliens, keeping secrets, killing those who know too much.

You don't even trust your INFORMANTS until your OTHER INFORMANTS WHO DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR OTHER INFORMANTS give you DIRT on your INFORMANTS that you CHECK YOURSELF. You can never be too distrustful.
You've been particularly interested in a "GAME" and you only call it that because "TOOL USED BY MULTIPLE NATIONS OF THE WORLD TO KIDNAP AND DESTROY INNOCENT CITIZENS FOR TESTING AND WIPING THEM OFF THE MAP VIA MASS HYPNOSIS" is too long.

Your chumhandle is HAHA FUCK YOU YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT

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Your name is ALEX WARNER and you are FIFTEEN YEARS OLD.

You have a pretty bad MEMORY and not very many things stick when you try to learn. You were raised by a loving MOTHER and an ILL GRANDMOTHER in an APARTMENT with no PATERNAL FIGURES in sight whatsoever. Your MOTHER insists that your FATHER didn't leave the family when you were younger and simply died of CANCER. You don't believe that in the slightest considering the HIGH DIVORCE RATE of families all around you as you grew up. Despite a lack of father figures, you like to think you're a FINE YOUNG MAN who would never harm a LADY, though you will admit that you are a bit timid and not very keen on doing dangerous things.

You have a strong passion for COOKING and MUSIC, but you're ABSOLUTE SHIT when it comes to cooking. You suppose that's because you don't actually PAY ATTENTION in cooking class and just throw in WHATEVER YOU FEEL LIKE under the assumption something MAGICAL will happen. Despite this, you keep a COOKING FOR DUMMIES somewhere in that mess you call a room. Unlike your cooking, your MUSIC actually sounds pretty decent, but it's not that great and can only pull off DECENT COVERS of other songs as opposed to your own. Someday you aspire to join the ranks of MUSICAL LEGENDS like JIMI HENDRIX, THE BEATLES, and other assorted musicians your creator made no effort to look up.

Sometimes when your family is hard onMONEY you try selling some HOME-MADE COOKIES (which are as hard as a rock!) or take a swig of COURAGE and venture out at night past curfew to earn a FEW BUCKS out on the street. Literally, you get a bottle of COURAGE at the local CORNER STORE. You know it has no MAGICAL COURAGE EFFECTS whatsoever, but you like to believe it does. Your MOTHER disapproves of this and it hurts to go against her after all she's done for you, but in the end you go through with it anyway. She disapproves of this on the sole reason that she doesn't want you to get hurt night with all the PETTY CRIMINALS in the city. However, you're always PREPARED in the event of getting MUGGED as your trusty ELECTRIC GUITAR also functions as your STRIFE WEAPON. Sometimes you clock people over the head, sometimes you play TERRIBLE MUSIC to rape their ears and send them away.

Besides, even if they did want to take your MONEY, they'd have to get it out of your MELODY FETCH MODUS. Every item you captchalogue, you must assign a short MELODY in order to retrieve it. You like to use the melodies used in the video game classic THE LEGEND OF ZELDA: OCARINA OF TIME. You have thirteen FETCH CARDS and assign them the songs used in the game accordingly. One item that is always in there is a NOTE with the notes for songs in case you forget (which is often). The only song you've managed to commit to memory is the SONG OF TIME.

Your chumhandle is harmonicaDerivative and You completely forget to use grammar after the beginning of a sentence and only remember punctuation at the end.

If the opportunity to play Sburb ever arises you would be the Heir of Sound in the Land of Karaoke and Leaves. Also, you would probably dream on Prospit.

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Name: Alex Warner
Age: 15
Chumhandle: harmonicaDerivative
Quirk: Capitalizes the first letter of a word doesnt punctuate the middle but remembers periods commas exclamation marks or question marks at the end.
Strife Specibus: Guitarkind
Fetch Modus: Melody, play a certain melody correctly to retrieve items.
Guardian: Mother
Title: Heir of Sound
Land: Land of Karaoke and Leaves
Dreamer: Prospit

[twinDoppleganger]

> Be that one bloke.

You are now that one bloke.



Your name is ASTER LANSKY and you are certain the name is a COSMIC JOKE. This is truer than you realize, as someone JUST LIKE YOU exists in every universe, and acts as an anchor point for QUANTUM UNCERTAINTY. However, you DON'T KNOW THIS and probably never will. All you know is that your ADOPTIVE PARENTS must really not care all that much for you. Your unique COSMIC IMPORTANCE has provided you a COLOURFUL WARDROBE and a SPECIAL DESTINY, but is seriously lacking in PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS.

You are one of those rare individuals who has two DREAM SELVES. Soon, you will play a game where you go to the LAND OF FOG AND FROGS and will have a chance to become the POET OF TIME AND SPACE, all because of your aforementioned SPECIAL DESTINY. Which would be ironic, if you were aware that "The Poet" is the title of an Aster in another universe, that was also a TIME TRAVELLING ALIEN. Sadly, all of this mainly just means that your future challenges will be TWICE AS DIFFICULT. Your pesterchum handle is twinDoppleganger. You have NO IDEA why you chose that. You daresay that you speak rather a bit formally on the æthernet, and might be described as stereotypically British.. were one to be so base as to apply stereotypes. It BEARS NOTING that you are from a universe where technology advanced along an ALTERNATIVE PATH.

> Examine interests.

Evidence of your MANY INTERESTS is all around you. Various GEARS AND SPRINGS litter the floor, debris from the various GADGETS you enjoy constructing. You have hung CHARCOAL RUBBINGS on your walls, taken from the ANCIENT RUINS on this island, where your parents sent you after you injured yourself experimenting with PETROLEUM ENGINES. Because of the accident, you have an ARTIFICIAL HEART. Next to your bed, you keep a PHONOGRAPH and a diverse collection of records. You don't know what you would do without your music. If only you had a way to make it portable. On the opposite side of the bed is your bookshelf, full of SCIENCE FICTION and DETECTIVE NOVELS. You do so love a story full of HOT ACTION and COLD HARD FACTS. In the corner of the room is your PERSONAL DIFFERENCE ENGINE a mechanical wonder capable of complex calculations, not to mention connecting to the ÆTHERNET and running all of your favourite MECHANIZED GAMES. In fact, you should be getting a new one soon. You have ordered the upcoming immersive simulation game SGEAR from one of your many MAIL ORDER CATALOGUES. Hopefully some of your æthernet chums will be up for a linked session. You are quite certain it will take several players to get the FULL EFFECT.

> Quickly retrieve arms from box.

You go to your TOOLBOX and remove your TRUSTY WRENCH. After a brief stay in your ANTIKYTHERA FETCH MODUS, while you turn the necessary cogs and dials, you allocate it to your strife deck, where it fits neatly into your TOOLKIND Abstractus. Now, armed with this formidable- oh for heaven's sake, it's just a wrench! At least it will come in handy for fighting off any loose bolts you find. You CAPTCHALOGUE the toolbox in your SYLLADEX as well, just in case.

> ==>

[MetaphysicalMaestro]

(OOC: Critique meeeeee. Let me know if I forgot anything, too.)


> Be the untalented asshole.

Hrmm? Didn't catch that.

> I said, be the untalen--

We both know that's not what you really meant.

> Maybe it is.

Nope. That ship isn't gonna sail, brosky.

> Fine. Shit, let's be santa.

That's right wait what no what are you doing.

> Introduce yourself, already.

Finally. Moving on.

Your name is Christopher Elliot, at least that it what your GUARDIAN says it is. You have shortened it to KRIS. You are THIRTEEN YEARS OLD, and you will look like the above picture eventually. But right now...


You look like this.

Your interests revolve around MUSIC, specifically CLASSICAL and ORCHESTRAL MUSIC. You carry a CELLO and BOW in your STRIFE SPECIBUS at all times so you can be musical on the fly. Though you have been playing since you were quite young, you are ONLY JUST SORTA OK AT IT. Your GUARDIAN often reminds you that you are BEHIND SCHEDULE on your MUSICAL STUDIES.

While on the subject, you remember that your GUARDIAN is not actually your PARENT at all, nor is he related to you in any temporal or biological fashion. Rather, he is your instructor and adoptive overseer, whom found you in CONDITIONS HE WILL NOT REVEAL. As shown by his attire he only wears BLACK, as it is the most COMFORTABLE and PROFESSIONAL color ever available to the PROFESSIONAL SELF-PROCLAIMED MUSICAL GENIUS.

You also like to play around with COMPUTERS. You admit that half the time you HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY DOING. As such, your guardian has amassed a COMPUTER STOCKPILE for when you inevitably BREAK one of them. Otherwise, you read BOOKS sometimes, but have no specific likes or dislikes other than an abhorrence of anything ROMANTIC. You cannot explain why but anything directly ROMANTIC or even PLATONIC puts you on edge and you tend to become EXTREMELY IRRITABLE AND/OR ANXIOUS. While you do not know this, it is due to your LACK OF TRUST IN OTHERS conflicting with your URGE TO HAVE FRIENDS AND BE APPRECIATED. This results in much HAIR PULLING and other such FRUSTRATION-BASED ACTIVITIES, leading to a receded hair line and seemingly windswept hair, though it is more handswept than anything. Otherwise, you tend to be HONEST, occasionally BRUTALLY so. This BRUTAL HONESTY has gotten you in more than one jam in the past.

You use a FREQUENCY FETCH MODUS, in which you assign an item a certain frequency that you must match with an instrument in order to retrieve. Your CELLO is currently the only instrument that is enabled to work with your MODUS. You usually knock a few other items out of your SYLLADEX on your way to the one you wanted. It can be QUITE FRUSTRATING but you enjoy the challenge of it.

Eventually, you will play a certain game, with friends you will make. This game will take you to LAND OF MOUNTAINS AND ECHOES where you will inevitably (probably) become the BARD OF MIND.

Your Pesterchum handle is metaphysicalMaestro and You tend to use Extra. Unnecessary. Punctuation. To emphasize. Your POINT. You also tend to finish your sentences STRONGLY.



[EDIT1: Imageshack, you will host my images and you will LIKE IT.]

[EDIT2: Changed the sprite's faces a bit, as advised by some peeps. Also added some info.]

[Redux]

You've got some broken images right there dude. Also, person two posts above, artifacts ahoy! Save it as a png so that doesn't happen! Also, for the sprite, you could do with nudging his face a bit more to the left and his mouth a little bit down. Otherwise, nothing sticks out that seems bad to me.

[twinDoppleganger]

Yeah, I think I did hit the wrong format when I saved the pic. Why move the head, though? If I did that, it would no longer look like he had that depressed, slouching attitude.

Also, I was under the impression that unsolicited critiques were frowned upon?

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I was pointing that out to Meta. I should have implied that a bit more.

[MetaphysicalMaestro]

You've got some broken images right there dude. Also, person two posts above, artifacts ahoy! Save it as a png so that doesn't happen! Also, for the sprite, you could do with nudging his face a bit more to the left and his mouth a little bit down. Otherwise, nothing sticks out that seems bad to me.

Imageshack and I are about to have a duel over those images, this is getting delirious biznasty, and not in the good way.

So, clarification: did one of my sprite's faces need to be moved?

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I was referring to all the sprites' faces. I suggest nudging them a little to the left since they seem a little close to the right.

[twinDoppleganger]

@Redux, Ah. My apologies then.

[Raynoson]

->Be a Different Format
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->Feel free to give some critical thought if you wish if I missed anything, also organized and rather long.

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Name-Evan Roarke
Age-13
Appearance:

Gender-Male-Duh
Race/Ethnicity-Human/"Pacific Islander" American
Hair color/style-Black-Sides and back are slightly longer then the front which is parted or cut short enough to not get in the way of the eyes.
Eye Color-http://www.color-chart.org/color-charts/human-eye-color-chart.jpg-Brown
Facial Structure/Notable Features-None
Clothing/Typical Fashion/Outfit of Choice-Cargo Pants and a Sweater work just fine
Accessories-Book/Duffel Bag (no it is not a purse!) Black

Personality-Shy and not exactly outgoing, he doesn't do well with the whole face to face interactions, on the internet or otherwise he really opens up and speaks pretty much as normals as you can get. He likes nearly any and every form of literature and while he doesn't hate movies he rarely sees them and can sometimes miss out on them.
Has a great deal of love towards the medieval period and Shakespeare among other infamous folks of old. Rarely curses outright and likes to keep things rather tight when it comes to attempts to fight. Is fond of snacking often whether it be fruit, chips, Chips, or generally anything edible in one hand with some ease.
With a great love towards puzzles among other things, you can be a bit OCD and stopped playing Video Games shortly after tossing out your console in a fit of frustration during online play.
Holds love towards nature and natural life but his green thumb is quite lacking.
Dislikes guns, a lot.

His Tag is EvitableRhyming and speaks in black but Bold or Italic, with with constant rhyming the might get on your nerves.

If in a rush or distracted tends to slip or make mistakes easily, absolutely hates rap and the way people could compare his style to it, honestly it doesn't make him smile, in fact he wish he could just take a dial, and tone down those who would take the art and defile.

Strengths/Skills-Equppied with the strife decks of Book, PaperxPen, and Mace/Flail kind, he is a decent horrible when it comes to throwing anything.
An avid reader and an apt knight errant, he is honorable and is less tricky. He likes his friends for good or bad and tends to have few of them he gets to meet irl.
Can fold paper like a pro, and is good with books.
Can move uncommonly fast sometimes intentional and usually unintentional (see history for why).
Is actually a decent cook surprisingly but rarely does anything fancy, among those variants of talents are baking.

Weakness/lacking-Is physically not that bad but sadly is short sighted in his vision and refuses all corrective eye wear, though he does carry a pair of glasses with him but it is oddly enough in his strife...
Is Claustrophobic.
He also both loves and despises crosswords and newspapers, loves bikes but sucks at riding any two or less wheeled vehicles.

Equipment-Books, Snacks, Pen and writing utensils...
Uses the Jumble Mod, it rearranges and takes the letters of the objected fetched in to some words/anagram that needs to be rearranged and spelled correctly, the larger the object, the bigger the word/name/description. While able to take nearly everything and anything in to it no matter the size, it can certainly lead to some frustration.

Delicious Snacks Could just as easily be turned in to... Can Less Kids Ciou

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"Born" in Hawaii he later moved to Canada in B.B.C (Beautiful British Columbia) in to a library with a renovated attic apartment. It overall looks of marble pillars, stone lions, and of vast tower books stands. Raised amongst tomes of wisdom and literature you've spent most your time home schooled so far or self taught.

Your father is the sole caretaker, and you rarely see him. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't interact with you. Most of your younger years where a blur and you can't remember them that well.

The library to many is a place of reading, learning, to you on the other hand, it is a place of both adventure and danger.

Lo and behold upon the time you could start walking and reading (very young), was when the first incidents would occur, books would fall and hit your head, disappearing as soon as you turned your back to find them in their exact place again. you learned to avoid a great deal of them those days, until entire avalanches would fall. Trapped beneath piles of books you barely survived those times and it merely reinforced the fact that you could not let it happen ever.

You could never catch him in the act usually when the books fell, or maybe one of the hollow armors axes suddenly fell down to chop you in two, neither could you when book cases nearly fell on you and you were pushed out of the way.

As you grew older you felt your father was constantly imposing on you to become an image of his own kind, you both shared a love for books, but your other interests often collided to the point where you avoided him in the vast walls of literature just to get away from him.

He liked guns and other weapons of deadly implements, you preferred the medieval weapon of a mace! Though no Guardian would ever let a kid handle that, it'd be like giving them a sword! So instead you tend to resort to the book when you face him.

He wears large circular glasses that make him look like an owl and he tried to give you the same after finding out you had eye issues, you outright refused. Even his appearance appalled you, a red robe and fez? Who dresses so ridiculously!

Even worst was when he gave you the "Dewey Decimal" Modus as your first, you could never get a hang of it, but you swear he has entire collections of things in his.
Often enough or not, you'd retreat to the apartment upstairs and barricade the three rooms you needed Bathroom, Bedroom, and Kitchen.

With the door blocked by mounds of books. Your father on the other hand would just as easily leave a meal out for you to eat, and then just disappear closing the library for some time as he went off to whoever knows where. Food came by delivery so that was rarely an issue.

You couldn't very well leave the place unattended in those times and were quite often stuck inside.

Other-The library is quite large and includes both... Computer labs, A circular shelving organization in to a massive formation that from up above one could almost make out some kind of image. Numerous display cases containing Knight Armors, Model Ships, A full set of Sherlock Holmes costume (with pipe/hat), and many other paraphernalia of literature and art, usually with some card of history in a placard in front of it.

As for the Apartment itself, while it isn't as large it actually contains 2 bathrooms, 2 bedrooms, 2 closets, 2 balcony's, 2 kitchens, and 1 hall way split in the middle by piles of books and a table full of book repair and other things.

If you did play a game perhaps you'd be the Page of Rage in a Land of Snow and Stone.

[Captain Combusken]

OK then. So just as a quick background to this, I have created a new version of SBURB (in my head of course) with the witty name of SBURB 2. In SBURB 2, there are some slight alterations. Firstly, Prospit and Derse do not exist. Players have extra "lives" (A sudden Forcefield stopping a possible death and a Healing Beam of some sort that Heals any fatal Injuries a player has just experienced.) Secondly, the Imps are done slightly differently. A Varied range of enemies will be created depending in what your kernelsprite (E.G, if you Prototyped a Mario Doll, you would get Goombas, Koopa Troopas, Boos etc as your "Imps" and other enemies that you had to defeat). The overall goal is the same, to create a new universe. Instead of there being just a glorified Chess game, there are instead two wars, a Four-way one and a Two-way one. The wars do no interact with one another. The aim is to first stop these wars. The planets are now extremely level-based and more game-like and you have to go through your levels eventually leading to defeating your Final Boss, your Denizen, which will then allow you to collect an Artefact that when combined with your co-players' Artefacts creates an item that helps stop the wars. One player must breed the Space Frog. One player must create an Army of some sort to help defeat the wars. Other players must stop the sides in a war.

Other than that, same game really.

With that done, how about naming this young fellow?

Enter name.

Enraged Idiot.

The boy looks at you. His face turns into a deep frown. Come on, you massive ****. What's my real name?

Try Again.

Thomas Smith.

Introduce me to Thomas!

Your name is THOMAS, as mentioned. You are freakishly obsessed with FARMS, and everything to do with them. FARMYARD ANIMALS, FARMYARD MACHINES AND EVEN FARMYARD OBJECTS. You love them all. All of them. You also love PENGUINS, and have made interesting comics based around a Penguin superhero named "SUPENGUIN", who you made up. They're private comics though. You also are a big fan of RAP MUSIC. You love a plethora of Rap songs, and you have MEMORISED THE LYRICS TO THE RAPS. You consider yourself to be a LYRICAL GENIUS.

You have an intense loathing for BANANAS, and are on a continuous CRUSADE TO RID THE WORLD OF BANANAS. You also hate ALL ITALIAN THINGS. You are perpetually CRANKY, but you dislike being RIDICULOUSLY ENRAGED.

Your chumhandle is anvilFist [AF] An' you talk a little like a farmer 'n' make farm-related puns but often find yourself makin' typooes thast yuo
*typos
*that
*you
Feel obliged to correct. You also like addin' the suffix -dog to someone's first initial. For you it'd be T-dog.

Other details:
Other outfits:

The Hatputer added (Computer alchemized with a hat).


The Bull suit and Smratputer. This has a little bit of background needed. I've actually used this character for a RP on another forum. In an OOC chat log, Blue (a female character who hated wearing girly things and has short hair) made a deal with Thomas that she's wear a dress if he wore a suit. This is the result. Taken from Alchemizing the Tuxedo Bull poster with his current clothes. The Smartputer is taken from mixing together the Hatputer and the Tuxedo Bull poster.


Penguin T-shirt, Penguin shirt, Penguin shorts, Penguin Converses + HatPenuter.
Main outfit after entering the medium. Taken from mixing each of his clothes with his Supenguin Comic (not visible in picture of his room). HatPenuter is some by Mixing the Hatputer with Supenguin comic.

Charmander Imp on his planet:


His Kernelsprite, Blazesprite:

From a Combusken Doll.

Planet: Land of Flames and Hardship
Title: Knight of Fire
Denizen(s): Terrakion, Cobalion, Virizion [Picture- Cobalion left, Terrakion middle, Virizion right.]
Age: 16
Fetch Modus: Grassblade. See the grass blade in his mouth? Captchaloguing an items turns it into one of those. Removing the head releases the item. Though the grass blade is the rough colours of the item, it's hard to tell which is which. Oh, and his inventory is limited to how many of those things will fit in his mouth.
Strife Specibus: Clubkind, Pitchforkkind, Monkeysfistkind
Symbol: Pawprint/Supenguin.
Guardian: Italian-obsessed annoying younger brother, Robert.

[ThisIsZen]

==>Be the agoraphobe bookworm.

That's inaccurate in several ways. Perhaps try something a bit closer to true?

==>Be the historian ghost-hunter.

A bit better.



Your name is ZHIXUE CHEN, and you are ENGAGED IN RESEARCH.

You have always had a fascination with HISTORY of any sort, as well as MYTHS, and have amassed a great LIBRARY of BOOKS on the subject. You have BOOKs on everything from Greek to Chinese to African history, as well as a vast collection of folk tales and legends. While not technically a MYTH, you are particularly fond of both the DIVINE COMEDY and (the original) GRIMM'S FAIRYTALES. Obviously, you also enjoy other sorts of LITERATURE.

As a natural extention (or so you see it) of your interest in the past, you are an avid believer in the DECEASED PARANORMAL. You are active on several GHOST-BASED INTERNET FORA and have active subscriptions to three PARANORMAL JOURNALS. One of these is of DUBIOUS LEGITIMACY if we are making understatements but it amuses you so you maintain the subscription. Somewhat contrastingly, you are not a big believer in GHOST MEDIUMS or other "mystic" methods of CONTACTING THE DEAD. You do have a OUIJA BOARD though, but it was a joke gift.

You are far from an inactive bookworm, though. You are an active ATHLETE, enjoying SKATING in the winter and SOCCER in the summer. You jump back and forth between MEDIEVAL RE-ENACTMENT and CLASSICAL FENCING depending on your tastes and available time, which is clearly rather busy. When the weather is good and you do not have other arrangements, you enjoy HIKING nearby, but often make the mistake of STRAYING FROM THE BEATEN PATH. This is never a good idea and always puts you in a foul mood. You are also fond of MUSIC, but require it have a good MELODY. You are particularly fond of the FLUTE. You have an average SINGING VOICE but don't have the time to devote to it.

You dabble in FICTIONAL WRITING and POETRY but are not particularly GOOD at either. You are AWARE of this, but nonetheless attempt to IMPROVE. You do not have much TIME though and so your writing remains rather BAD.

Your last interest is in the I-CHING. You do not tend to view it with the same SKEPTICISM as you regard other "mystic" things, because it is based on PROBABILITY which is LOGICAL AND ORDERLY.

As was hinted at earlier, you are not fond of SHEER HEIGHTS which rather contrasts with your LOVE OF HIKING. You are also not fond of ANYTHING LOUD or of sounds which are DISHARMONIOUS or CACOPHONOUS. You have somewhat sensitive hearing and these sounds are PAINFUL to you. You are also not fond of people who are EXTREMELY CHEERFUL or really just anyone who is ridiculously ENTHUSIASTIC. You respect enthusiasm, sure, but it has to be tempered with a bit of self-awareness. You are also mildly CLAUSTROPHOBIC, though it takes a very small space to set you on edge. Your greatest dislike, however, is TRAVELLING. Your life is very ordered, as is your living space, and you have most of what you need right here. You see no need to upset the balance. This occasionally leads other people to consider you BORING. You do not care.

You live with your AUNT in her house in suburban VICTORIA, in BRITISH COLUMBIA. You would live with your PARENTS, but your FATHER has been MISSING for YEARS and it is a rather sore spot. No, he didn't walk out. Missing, as in, police search and rescue units. Your MOTHER cannot support you due to recent UNEMPLOYMENT and had to send you to live with a willing AUNT. Despite this earlier TURMOIL, your life now is rather STABLE. You have a PART-TIME JOB as a CASHIER at a local GROCERY STORE.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is PARYDGGRKIND, although at the moment you only have a REPLICA PARRYING DAGGER to use with it. Fortunately, you have no particular reason to STRIFE. You also have a RAPIERKIND specibus, but dislike using it except when fencing. You just borrow other SPECIBI when doing REENACTMENT FIGHTING.

Your Fetch Modus is the I-Ching Modus. Items are captchalogued randomly into one of two circles, each one corresponding to a single TRIGRAM. To retrieve items, you throw 6 coins and create a HEXAGRAM - any item in either card will be available for use. It can be annoying but you've found that probability is frequently on your side - even if you didn't know you'd be needing the item you actually get.

If you were ever to play SBurb, you would eventually become the Wraith of Paths, in the Land of Fog and Fire. Your consorts would be pheasants. You use the web browser SOJOURNER, and the chat client Pesterchum (because why would you use anything else?) and your Chumhandle is ghostcloudMountain.

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Name: Zhixue Chen
Age: 15
Chumhandle: ghostcloudMountain
Strife Specibus: Parydggrkind, Rapierkind
Sylladex: I-Ching Modus
Guardian: Aunt
Title: Wraith of Paths
Land: Land of Fog and Fire
Dreamer: Prospit